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“Here you go.” Camila handed over the breakfast.
Connor looked at the toast in front of him and frowned slightly, “I don’t want it.”
Camila’s temper flared up as she scowled, “Wasting food is shameful.” He had asked for it, and now he didn’t want it. So capricious.
Reluctantly, Connor took it and took a bite, finding it surprisingly tasty.
“You don’t like sweets, so I didn’t add syrup,” Camila said, sipping her milk.
Connor ate slowly, finishing the toast, and realized that trying something different once in a while wasn’t so bad after all.
Camila threw the trash in the bin. Glancing at the time and realizing they were late, she couldn’t help but laugh thinking about how Connor had misunderstood her being pregnant.
“Laughing over throwing out trash.” Connor teased her as she got into the car.
“Mr. Connor, you better drive fast. We have a meeting at ten,” Camila said as she buckled her seatbelt.
Connor checked the time and sped up.
“This afternoon, you and the driver will go to the airport to pick up Steven, take him to the hotel, and book a dinner at the hotel restaurant. I’ll join with Alan as soon as we’re free.”
“Gotit,” Camila checked the flight details.
In the afternoon, the driver had to take leave due to a family matter, so Camila went to the airport with Alex to pick up the guest.
Steven was a tycoon’s son and the second largest shareholder in the company, investing in his own name.
Camila stood at the VIP parking lot entrance with a sign waiting for Steven. Among those coming through the VIP lane, a particularly striking figure in a satin blue shirt with rolled–up sleeves and an open collar caught her eye.
Spotting Camila, he smiled, “You must be Camila.”
“Mr. Steven, hello, let me help you with your luggage,” Camila said with a smile, taking his suitcase.
“It’s been half a year, and I had no idea Mr. Connor had such a beautiful secretary now.”
Camila smiled and maintained a professional distance as the driver loaded the luggage into the trunk, and she opened the car door. “Mr. Steven, please.”
Whether intentional or not, Steven’s hand brushed lightly against Camila’s as he entered the car.
Camila’s brow tightened imperceptibly, and she wiped her hand with her sleeve after closing the car door.
“Mr. Steven, we’ll take you to the hotel first. Mr. Connor will arrive later,” Camila said, turning around.
“It doesn’t matter whether he comes or not. Having you here is enough for me,” Steven said with a raised eyebrow. Camila forced a smile and turned back around.
They soon arrived at the hotel, and Alo
went to park the car while Camila pushed Steven’s luggage to the front desk to check in. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.
“Mr. Steven, all set. The bellboy will take your luggage up.”
“Aren’t you coming up?” Steven asked, slightly disappointed.
“I need to report back to Mr. Connor, but if there’s anything unsatisfactory about the room, please call the front desk directly,” Camila replied with a smile.
“Camila, this isn’t very hospitable,” Steven tilted his head to look at her.
“Sorry, Mr. Steven. I really need to report back to Mr. Connor.”
Even with a bellboy present, Camila dared not go up with him.
In the public eye, Steven couldn’t press further and gave a resigned smile, “Alright, I’ll see you in the private dining room.
“Sure, please rest a bit, Mr. Steven. I will send you the room number in a while.”
Camila sent the reserved private room number to both Connor and Steven:
The door to the private dining room was open. With half an hour to spare, Camila sat on the sofa looking at the menu when she suddenly felt someone tap her shoulder. She looked up.